Date: Sat, 03 Mar 2001 19:09:09 -0000
From: Ann Douglas
Subject: Bipartisanship - A West Wing Story - 2
The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by Aaron Sorkin
and the NBC network. This story is intended for
the non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should
be considered a parody . No copyright infringement
is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.
Bipartisanship - A West Wing Story
(An Alternate Version of In This White House)
by Ann Douglas
Part Two
The bath in the executive suite was
equipped with both a stand-alone shower and a
Jacuzzi, the latter of which was more than big
enough for two. C.J. turned on the water to fill
the large oversized tub while Ainsley looked
through the small collection of complimentary
bath products.
Finding the one she was looking for,
Ainsley poured the contents of the white bottle
into the tub. Then, leaning past C.J., she pressed
the button that started up the water jets. Almost
instantly, the liquid she had added to the water
began to transform into mountains of suds.
"I love bubbles," she smiled at C.J. before
climbing into the tub.
C.J. followed her in, stretching out on the
opposite wall. The two women just laid back for
a minute, letting the hot water and bubbles wash
over their bodies.
"Oh this feels so good," C.J. said as she
let herself be carried away by the experience.
"Well I know how to make it feel better,"
Ainsley laughed softly as she turned her body and
slid up alongside the taller woman.
Their bodies now covered with layers of
suds, they pressed against each other, their wet
skin causing them to slip and slide. Soft hands
explored each other's bodies, covering every inch
of the exposed flesh.
C.J. and Ainsley sat up on their knees,
each taking a large handful of bubbles and
washing the breasts of the other. Nimble fingers
caressed twin sets of hard nipples, squeezing the
supple flesh around them as well.
"Oh baby," Ainsley said as she wiped
away enough of the soapy film to take C.J.'s
nipple into her mouth, "you are so hot."
Releasing the nipple, the younger woman
stuck out her tongue and traced a line around
C.J.'s darker aerole. With a spirited eagerness,
she tickled the stubby nub again and again. Her
other hand continued to massage the matching
globe beside it. C.J.'s own hands continued to
explore Ainsley as well, sliding one hand beneath
the water and between the blonde's legs.
Holding onto each other, they shifted
position once more, this time with Ainsley
pressing against the side of the tub, her breasts
over the rim and C.J. pressing up against her back.
C.J.'s hands started at Ainsley's neck and
slid then down her the smaller woman's back and
then around her waist and up to her breasts. Soft
kisses now followed the path her hands had just
blazed, starting at the lobe of Ainsley's ear, then
her neck. Ainsley shifted her body just enough to
let C.J. reach her nipples. Lifting her body even
more, Ainsley raised her ass out of the water, a
soft, inviting treasure that quickly drew C.J.'s
attention as well. Running her hands now up and
down the full length of the blonde's body, C.J.
went from massaging her soft globes to sliding
down once more under the water to the hairless
sex between Ainsley's legs.
"Oh baby, that is so nice," Ainsley said
softly as she tilted her head back to kiss C.J. in
appreciation.
Ainsley slid her body back and forth,
keeping in time with the movement of C.J.'s eager
hands as they played with her sex. The warmth of
the water soon paled next to the rising heat of her
body, a heat generated by C.J.'s talented touch.
"Yes, oh yes!" Ainsley called out as she
felt the prerush of a rising orgasm.
With both of C.J.'s hands now occupied
between Ainsley's legs, the lithe blond cupped her
own breasts and played with them. All the while
gyrating her body back and forth, urging on the
woman behind her.
C.J. shifted to the right, just enough so
that she could continue to play with Ainsley's bare
mound with one hand while replacing the
student's hand on her right breast with her own.
Not satisfied with just being able to touch
Ainsley's nipples with her hand, she continued to
shift her body until she could take it once more
also in her mouth.
"I'm going to come!" Ainsley gasped as
she felt her last measure of control crumble under
the storm of C.J.'s desire.
Her body quaked as C.J. held her tight,
sharing in the climax she had produced. Their lips
met zestfully, their tongues intertwining. Water
splashed over their bodies and the side of the tub
as they let the raging waves engulf them both.
They held each other tight as the tides they
generated subsided both in the tub and within their
bodies. Ainsley kissed C.J.'s cheek, then began to
move down her body as she gently guided her to
the small shelf on the wall side of the tub,
spreading her log legs once she was seated.
Ainsley ran her hand up and down the
length of C.J.'s chest, rubbing her breasts and
stomach, then returning to her legs and the
treasure between them. C.J. also caressed her
body, following the wet trails Ainsley left behind.
Lifting herself a little higher, the shorter girl kissed
first C.J.'s belly, then moved down to the left
thigh and over to the right. She repeated this two
more times, moving closer to the center with each
repetition.
Finally her oral caress reached the brown
haired center, planting first soft kisses, then
probing thrusts into the center of it. The effect on
C.J. was apparent as she leaned back against the
wall for support.
Parting the folds with two of her fingers,
Ainsley's tongue once more found the sweet prize
she had only sampled a short time before. With a
practiced skill, she tickled it with her tongue,
alternating between that and her equally soft lips.
C.J. closed her eyes and let the sensations
wash over her. Using the wall behind her to keep
her steady, she alternated her own touch between
Ainsley and her own body. The blond girl
returned the gesture, using her one free hand to
massage C.J. as well.
The encouraging moans of the older
woman filled the room, growing in volume and
intensity. Ainsley continued her efforts, spurred on
by C.J.'s response.
Knowing that C.J. was close to the edge,
but not wanting to have her reach it just yet,
Ainsley shifted her attention upward. Her darting
tongue worked its way up the tall woman's body,
stopping to pay carefully attention to her highly
sensitive breasts. Pressing her body against C.J.'s,
she sought out her mouth one more time, sharing
the passion she felt inside her.
As they kissed, she ran one hand down
C.J.'s wet body, sliding two fingers up inside of
her. She pumped them in and out as they
continued to kiss, moving her hand faster and
faster.
It didn't take much of this to shatter C.J.'s
control, just as she had shattered Ainsley's. The
nimble blond quickly once more replaced her hand
with her mouth, just in time to savor the rapture
of C.J.'s own climax.
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They slid back into the tub, both of their
bodies stretching out the length of the Jacuzzi.
This time it was C.J. on the bottom, her arms
wrapped around Ainsley, holding her tight against
her and letting her share the warmth of her body.
They floated there for a while, trading
kisses and soft touches. The automatic timer on
the water jets had shut them off and finally not
even the heat of their bodies could keep the water
from growing cold.
"The water's getting cold," C.J. said as
she kissed the top of Ainsley's head. "We should
get out of here, but I don't want to let go of
you."
"I don't want to let go out you either,"
Ainsley said as she nestled her head between
C.J.'s breasts, "but I don't think you're looking at
the big picture."
"Which is?"
"Well, we do have a whole suite to
ourselves," Ainsley said in that adorable southern
drawl. "Which happens to include a big, warm,
and an ever so soft bed."
C.J. thought about for a second, then
agreed that she was indeed not looking at the big
picture.
Before the night was over, they sampled
the softness of the bed, as well as that of the
couch. The thick rug on the sitting room
provided a more than adequate surface as well.
They even found the time to sample the hotel's
delicious cuisine through a very early morning call
to room service. Although Ainsley insisted that
they really couldn't call it early morning if they
hadn't gone to sleep yet. Merely using the bed
didn't count.
Together they watched the sunrise, still
naked in each other's arms as they fed each other
some of the delicacies they ordered.
"Omigod, I can't believe we've been at it
all night," C.J. said as she looked at the clock on
the wall. "It's been a long time since I've pulled
an all-nighter."
"Are you complaining?"
"Not at all," she replied as she kissed
Ainsley softly.
The ringing of the telephone interrupted
the kiss and C.J., reluctant to let the outside word
intrude on their joy, hesitated to answer it.
Finally, on the sixth ring she picked it up.
"Good morning, Ms. Cregg," a too
chipper young male voice said as she put the
receiver to her ear. "This is the front desk with
your wake up call. I'm told that the Agency car
will be around to pick you up in an hour We hope
you had a restful night."
"Oh shit!" C.J. exclaimed as she hung up
the phone without even thanking the desk clerk.
"I forgot all about the discussion panel. My ride
is going to be here in an hour."
"Then I guess we better get going,"
Ainsley laughed.
"I need a shower," C.J. said, becoming all
too aware that their bodies were covered with the
after effects of the night's exertions. "I can't show
up there smelling like ..."
"Like what?" Ainsley asked jokingly.
"Like a woman who had a good night?"
"You know what I mean," C.J. laughed
back. "You might be able to joke about it but if I
don't show up there on time, the Agency is going
to want to know why. I can't exactly tell them
that I was having the best sex of my life."
"Why, you think they'd be jealous?"
"Very funny," C.J. said, making a face at
Ainsley. "You might want to jump under the
shower yourself. As much as I love smelling you
like that, the other panel members might not
understand."
"We could share a shower," Ainsley
suggested with a wicked smile.
"Not if we want to be dressed in an hour,"
C.J. said. "I can't picture us getting right in and
out of there."
"Probably so," Ainsley finally agreed as
she jumped naked out of the bed. "In fact, maybe
I should just get out of here and meet you at the
studio. Just so you don't have any more
distractions."
C.J. watched as Ainsley quickly put back
on the no longer fresh clothes she'd worn the
previous night. She said her apartment was close
to the studio so she'd grab a change of clothes
there. Still buttoning her blouse, she leaned
across the bed and kissed C.J. one last time. To
the Public Relations Agent's gratification, even
this last kiss was as fulfilling as had been the first.
As she watched Ainsley's grab her bag and
run out the door, C.J. found herself wondering if
it would've really been so bad if they'd spent just
ten or twenty minutes in the shower.
After a frantic race across town in which
she came to the conclusion that the limo driver
spent his summers on the Nascar Circuit, C.J.
made it to the college studio with only twenty
minutes to spare. A staffer rushed her through
make-up, applying just enough that she wouldn't
actually look as tired as she felt under the harsh
studio lights. She hoped Ainsley made it here in
time as well since she didn't see her when she
arrived at the studio. C.J. was tempted to ask
about her, but then might be asked how she knew
the law student.
C.J. was even more confused when she
stepped out onto the auditorium stage and found
her nameplate on the table representing the liberal
position. There were three other nameplates, the
chairs behind all of them already filled. Ainsley
filled none of those chairs.
"Thirty seconds," a loud offstage voice
announced.
C.J. slid into her chair, wondering what
had happened to her overnight guest. The answer
came a few seconds later as Ainsley appeared
from behind the curtain on the other end of the
stage. C.J. had to say that the younger woman
looked as fresh as if she'd slept the entire night,
which of course the panel member knew hadn't
been the case.
"Maybe she's one of the panel's
moderators," C.J. thought as she remembered
that she had never actually asked Ainsley what her
part was in the debate.
There were few times in C.J. Cregg's
almost four decades of life that she had been taken
totally by surprise. In that moment, she knew that
number had just increased by one.
Ainsley, now dressed in a soft blue dress,
walked over to the moderator at the center table.
She leaned over to say something to the young
man on the other side of the table, incidentally
giving C.J. one last view of the perfect ass she had
so lovingly admired only a few hours before.
Then to C.J. `s disbelief, her new found
love passed behind the moderator's desk and sat
instead at that of the opposition. Only then did
C.J. finally notice the nameplate that read Ainsley
Hayes on that table.
Over the next hour, C.J. discovered that
Ainsley's debating skills were at the very least the
equal of her lovemaking talents. One by one, C.J.
and her fellow panel members found themselves
on the losing end of an argument. Then, before
she knew it, the house lights went up and it was
all over.
Still stunned, C.J. sat in her seat as the
fellow members of the panel quickly left for other
appointments. When she finally rose to her feet,
she saw Ainsley standing by the same curtain she
had entered from. It was obvious that she was
waiting for her.
Moving to her side, C.J. opened her mouth
to say the words that had been on the tip of her
tongue for the last hour, but Ainsley held up her
hand to stop her.
"Backstage," she said as she pulled aside
the curtain. "We'll be able to talk more
privately."
C.J. followed her a dozen feet down a now
empty corridor, stopping when the blond turned
to face her. Finally, she couldn't hold the words
in check any longer.
"You're a Republican?" she said, her tone
a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"You don't have to say it like it's a
disease," Ainsley replied.
"You're a Republican?" C.J. asked again,
her voice rising in volume. "And we ..."
"And I love women too. You make it
sound like a contradiction in terms," Ainsley said.
"That's pretty arrogant don't you think? Why is it
so hard to accept that not everyone fits into some
nice little mold. That you can have dark skin and
hold conservative beliefs, or that you can love
another woman but not blindly accept a liberal
agenda. I don't love my country any less than you
do, and I want the best for it as well. It's only the
path to what's best for it that we disagree on."
"But you're a Republican!!!" C.J. said a
third time, now practically shouting loud enough
for those stagehands beyond the curtain to hear.
This time it was now a statement rather than a
question.
Ainsley realized that nothing she could say
at this moment was going to make the least bit of
difference. Whatever had happened last night,
however wonderful it had been, was never going
to get past those three little words.
"I'm sorry C.J., I really am," Ainsley said
before she turned and walked away. "I think we
could've left politics at the door and really had
something together."
With that she was gone, leaving C.J.
standing there alone.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
C.J. was still alone, sitting in her office and
staring at the drink before her. The memory of
that night had never left her, or the promise it had
contained. All because she couldn't see beyond
her black and white views. They were the good
guys, she thought, which obviously made the
other side the bad guys. It wasn't until she really
got to play in the big leagues that she finally
understood what Ainsley had been trying to say.
The tragedy was that she had come to
understand it far too late to make a difference.
And now that choice had come back to haunt her.
"Knock, knock," a quiet voice said from
the open doorway.
C.J. looked up to see the newest Associate
White House Counsel standing out in the hallway.
C.J. couldn't help but notice that she was smiling.
"I noticed that you weren't at the party,"
Ainsley said.
"I guess I wasn't really in the party
mood," C.J. replied.
"Was it really the party, or just who you
might run into there?" Ainsley asked. "I've
gotten the impression this last week that you've
been avoiding me."
"That's nonsense," C.J. forced a laugh as
she stood up from her desk and made a show of
packing up her things. "Whatever would I want
to avoid you for?"
"Well, you didn't exactly act like someone
who shared what we once shared," Ainsley
added, stepping closer to the desk, "even if it was
only that once."
"Like you said, it was only that once,"
C.J. said as she picked up her purse and keys. "It
was so long ago, I thought you might even have
forgotten all about it."
"Even if I didn't have a photographic
memory, I don't think I'd easily forget something
like that," Ainsley countered. "Or you," she
added.
"Well be that as it may," C.J. said as she
ineffectively tried to minimize the importance of
her own memory of that night, failing even within
herself, "we're different people now, with
different lives."
"I'd heard that there was something
between you and Danny Concannon," Ainsley
noted, "or is that just the usual gossip?"
"Sometimes people make things out to be
more than they really are," C.J. commented as
she thought of the bearded White House
Correspondent.
"I thought that might be the case," said
Ainsley.
"Ainsley, I was about to call it a day," C.J.
finally said in a voice that began to reflect some of
her fatigue. "Can we just let the past stay in the
past, or at least leave the discussion of it for
another day."
"Sure," the younger blond smiled. "It's
been a long day for both of us. I guess I just
wanted you to know that I haven't forgotten, and
if you ever wanted to ... to pick up where we left
off, well I'd be open to that as well. If not, then
we'll just leave it as a very pleasant memory."
Ainsley leaned over gave C.J. a quick kiss.
A touch that while quite brief, still contained a
remembrance of the passion of that night in
Boston. Then, without speaking another word,
she turned and walked out of the office.
C.J. stood there, listening as the echo of
Ainsley's footsteps faded down the hall. She
looked again at the untouched drink she had
poured what now seemed so long before. Picking
it up, she drained it in one shot.
The fiery liquor raced down her throat,
warming her stomach. What was it they called it,
liquid courage?
Picking up the telephone, she punched in
the button that instantly connected her with the
Secret Service detail at the main gate.
"This is C.J. Cregg," she said in a
determined voice. "Ainsley Hayes should be
passing by there in a few moments. Please ask her
to wait for me, I could use that ride home after all.
No, I wouldn't rather have a car from the White
House carpool. I'm sure we'll manage quite well
on our own."
As she put down the phone and hurried
out the door, she said a small prayer that the
World would do her a favor and remain
uneventful for at least tonight. That she could
simply be a woman for a few hours instead of the
public voice of the President of the United States.
END
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